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Voyageur (Video edition)
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Solo soy un viajero sin rumbo
Perdido en el ruido del silencio
Busco la salida del tormento
De un propósito que calme mis lamentos
Soy ese viajero de ojos tristes
Un alma vieja, que viaja atormentada
Un viajero gris de amargos pasos
El frío camina a mi lado
Un viajero sin tiempo
Viajero ajeno al tiempo
Caminos caprichosos
Viaje sin sentido
Absurdo
Perdido...
En el ruido del silencio
Busco la salida del tormento
De un propósito que calme mis lamentos
Soy ese viajero de ojos tristes
Un alma vieja, que viaja atormentada
En un viaje gris, de amargos pasos
El frío camina a mi lado
Viajero de ojos tristes
Un alma vieja, que viaja atormentada
Je suis un voyageur sans but
Perdu dans le bruit du silence
Je cherche la sortie du tourment
D'un but qui calme mes regrets
Voyageur
Voyageur
POSTLVDIVUM
¡Fue tu voz la que oía en el viento!
Pese a estar perdido y haber cruzado caminos sin sentido...
Entre amargas y confusas lágrimas encontré tu aroma impregnando recuerdos
Al acariciarlos entendí que mi destino era ser un viajero
Querida, eres como un sueño...
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I spent years immersed in the absence
Impregnated with other people's glances
Cities that stink of humanity
Borders loaded with despair
Loaded with despair
Finally I see that everything ends in chaos
That the sky always turns red at dusk
That the years of tears and blood don't matter
That the awkward visit of death comes at dawn
With contempt I look at the human vestiges
With anguish I contemplate their history
Sadly it is the fate of whom from the dust comes
The one who has promised the universe at his feet
No matter how many years I remain immersed in the absence
There will always be other people's glances
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I wake up seeing everything black
Another day of continuous emptiness
I no longer remember tastes or smells
I only have old fears...
I have returned what I earned
In gray winters and warm autumns
I feel my hands and I recalibrate my arms
I accept the cold that saw me being born
I look at you in complete silence
I contemplate my dying face
Should this end?
How long is it going to last?
How long will it last?
That light and strange eyes
Just reflections of the sky
I am alone
Facing the void
I am alone
Facing the silence
I have returned what I earned
In gray winters and warm autumns
I look at my hands and I just cry
I accept the cold that saw me re-born
I have returned what I earned!
In gray winters and warm autumns!
I look at my hands and I just cry!
I accept the cold that saw me re-born!
When I close my weary eyes
I can only smell the perfume of your pale skin
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